A man

You stand idle on the podium, one bet going off after the other, your price changing each occasion. Alas, there is a strong hand raised in the crowd “Eight-two!”, and you can finally get some closure.

“And ladies and gentleman, Adelyn Blake, 22 years old, 5’2”, 140 pounds, sold to Mr. Pearson for eight thousand two hundred telers. May she prove to be an excellent servant!” the announcer says.

You are escorted off of the podium, led by your leash to your new owner. Your heart beats heavily as you glance at him: he is a tall man, albeit a bit lean, probably in his thirties, black hair and a well-shaved face. He is wearing casual clothes for the occasion, but at least they are clean, and they have a good smell.

He takes your leash with a smile, and immediately starts exploring your body with his hands.

“MMM...” you moan, despite that you are not used to this kind of greetings. Then it occurs to you: you are going to be his plaything. This at first feels scary to you. However you went already through this once, and it proved to be not that bad after all.

“Yes, you will be excellent for me,” Mr. Pearson says.

He stands up from the chair, and begins to escort you outside the complex. You can barely keep up with him in the ballet boots, but luckily he is patient, and gives you some slack when needed. You also think of a possible escape in the future. But he doesn’t strike you as a gullible person. Looks like the-stop-binding-me-because-I'm-madly-in-love-with-you thing is off the table.

As you reach the outside of the building, you are escorted to a speeder. You expect to be calloused in, and start sucking his cock perhaps, but instead a needle is pressed in your thigh, and everything starts to blur together. You give out a muffled noise “Mhmph...”, then you collapse to someone’s hands, and everything goes dark.